Chapter Twenty Seven

Heavy steps approached. Measured. Inevitable. The shockwaves rolled up Miriad’s legs and into her core—then every other core—like a bass drop engineered to liquefy her last scraps of resolve.

She tore her bleary gaze away from Kinetica’s magnificence with pained ****. The sinister colossus approached, haloed in that sickly, irresistible glow, each footfall rattling her bones.

Sally Putty was draped across his arm like a big-tittied strand of lovestruck spaghetti. Dr Ruthless appeared magnetically affixed to his broad back, melding her luscious figure against the armor. Silver Streak sat fetchingly atop a boulderesque shoulder, one long leg crossed over the other, vibrating like an overcaffeinated hummingbird. And the fox girl bounded around his boots on all fours, scattering white-hot embers with every swish of her fiery tail.

They looked absurdly happy. Obscenely eager. Inordinately worshipful.

Miriad swallowed hard, unable to parse the image of her judge, jury, and possible executioner through her horny haze. A single objection wormed its way to the murky surface.

“A dude?” She turned back to Kinetica–brilliant Kinetica–slurping back more saliva. Stringing words together was beyond challenging. “No bouys awwowed in… the LMAO. Gurw’s onwy.”

“OMG, did you hear yourself speak just now?” Sally scoffed, rearing like an offended serpent. “You sounded like, even dumber than me.”

“She’s not wrong, for once. But what is that stench?” Silver Streak flapped a hand under her nose, glaring at Miss Miriad. “Is your perfume actually week-old beer and vomit? Because that’s what you smell like.”

“The girl is clearly a moron. She has no idea what she is talking about.” Dr Ruthless announced, chin raised in haughty contempt. “My sweetie could join any hero team he wished. He’s strong, determined, and enhances abilities by dishing out orgasms like Halloween candy. Instead, he chose to surround himself with the most powerful women in New Avalon, leveling up each of us. Everyone except her.”

“Plus, he’s very good looking, has a stellar bod and a hefty, cunny-annihilating wang. Really, what kind of stupid is she?” The flaming beastkin asked her new teammates. “Does she actively try to make bad decisions? Also, why does her costume look like mine? Y’all said red and gold were my colours.”

Every verbal blow struck Miriad like a freight train. Obliterating her ego beneath crushing criticism. She wanted to crawl under a rock and disappear, while simultaneously cresting the greatest carnal summit of her life.

Confounded. Dizzy with desire. Warring with herself. Miss Miriad teetered on a precipice, fingers plunged deep within her pulsating pussy, unable to stop.

“You really are an embarrassment, Miranda.” Kinetica hovered above her, those cushiony chest cannons a bare arm's length away. Something wet dripped onto her forehead. “Should have pruned you from our ranks years ago. I’m too tender-hearted, too giving. It’s my one great flaw. Why, I’m still willing to give you another chance… if he decides to be lenient.”

Another droplet impacted the bridge of Miriad’s nose, dribbling onto her top lip. She licked it up instinctively, gasping at the creamy flavour.

Milk? It was milk!

The essence of Kinetica was drizzling onto her face. Sweet, rich, and utterly intoxicating. It seeped through the straining spandex covering the blonde Venus’s mega-melons to baptise a dumb slut like her. A low, **** moan rattled in her throat. She opened her mouth wider, a silent, slobbering plea for more.

“Get me out of this infernal contraption.” A distant voice rumbled. “The AI refuses to release me without extracting some seriously bizarre promises. No, Ruth 2.0, I won’t use… that to snake your coolant channels!”

A white droplet touched down on Miriad’s outstretched tongue, and she tasted Nirvana. Distilled starlight. A more potent **** than any she’d taken in a lifetime of poor decisions.

The effect was instantaneous and catastrophic.

The scrumptious fluid inundated her taste buds, shaking her very soul. A blinding, white-hot pleasure detonated in the center of her being, radiating outward in seismic waves. Her ass left the ground, her back bowing at an impossible angle as a scream was torn from her lungs—a raw, guttural sound of absolute, earth-shattering release.

“GLAAAARH!!”

Her slick snatch seized violently around her sawing fingers, squeezing in a rapid, rippling rhythm. Every incarnation of Miss Miriad across the city cried out in mindless ecstasy. Dozens and dozens of climaxing cunts drowned her fractured psyche in exquisite brain-bubbling bliss before they winked out of existence.

Her vision fizzed out, filled with starbursts and the overwhelming image of Kinetica’s devastatingly beautiful face sneering down at her, close enough to kiss. The amethyst orbs in that enthralling visage shone brighter than spotlights, and those glossy ruby lips spread in a devious grin before forming words.

Words that struck Miriad’s cum-dazed soul like a command from the heavens, caressing the inside of her cranium.

“You don’t want to be a burden anymore, Miranda. You need a firm guiding hand to steer you towards a righteous path.” She purred, her voice taking on a hypnotic resonance. “Obey our new leader. Don’t think. Don’t protest. Simply obey. There is pleasure in obedience. Good girls like to obeyyyyy-AHHH!”

A sickly yellow ray struck Kinetica, making the blonde bombshell jerk in midair as though zapped by a taser.

“Enough already.” An impressively built male specimen said, stepping into view. “Dammit, Colly, you don’t know when to quit. I knew you were up to something.”

He was massive, muscular, chiseled like a marble statue, a Greek demigod. An otherworldly allure radiated from his seven-foot frame, manifested as a glowing aura. Naked, except for a pair of skin-tight black trunks, he loomed like a carved mountainside. His extended fist strobed with condensed energy.

Obey our new leader.

The psychic command writ large as the Hollywood sign across Miriad’s ravaged mindscape. The letters flared a bold shade of pink, overpowering the merest inclination to disobey.

But who was their new leader? This colossus of a man? She couldn’t be sure, dumb slut that she was, still riding the aftershocks of her momentous climax.

Dumb-dumb slut. Dumb-dumb slut. Dumb-dumb slut.

Kinetica had flopped to the ground, her glorious body spasming, her shining eyes rolling in pleasure. That magical milk drenched her lycra-clad hooters, polishing the tortured fabric to a wet sheen. Miriad stared drunkenly, already thirsty for more.

“Z-Zane… sugar. Ohhhhh~! Too much… way too much!”

“Seems like I’m getting a handle on this power at last. Cool, right?” The colossus called Zane–where had she heard that name before?–nodded proudly, then thumped the side of his head. “Dammit, babe! You can't keep messing with people’s brains. I’m trying to stay pissed at you, but your mindfuckery keeps telling me there’s nothing to worry about. I can feel it in there as we speak, altering my emotional state!”

The other Ladies of Liberty hung back by the now open mech suit, exchanging worried glances like nervous children when the adults were arguing. Everyone except Dr Ruthless. The richly endowed brunette calmly tapped at a holoscreen, deactivating the news drones.

They dropped out of the sky like dead pigeons.

“There’s no need to be angry, sweetie.” She husked, sauntering forward in her slim-fitting power suit to embrace him from behind. She kissed his neck, fingers traced his spectacular pecs, delts, and washboard abs before heading further south, slipping into his snug trunks. “Kinetica adores you. We all do. I’m certain anything she’s allegedly done would have been with the noblest of intentions.”

“Yeah, she only wants what’s best for me,” Zane grunted as the villainous MILF’s exploring hands found their mark. “That one’s a doozy, too. Banging around in my head.”

Miss Miriad wrenched her attention from Kinetica's fabulous form to blink blithely at the amorously entwined duo, her spit-glossed lips curling in disgust.

A repugnant bulge distended the Adonis’s underwear. Something long and thick unfurled like a python under Dr Ruthless' nefarious ministrations. An apple-sized tip poked out above the waistband, repellently red and glistening foully.

The sight was nauseating, yet she couldn’t look away. Then the smell struck her like a physical ****. That salty, sexy musk–so elusive, so enticing, so completely delectable–it was coming from him.

Don’t think. Don’t protest.

More neon billboards slammed down into the shrinking wasteland of Miriad’s mind, their fuchsia lettering blotted out every lingering scrap of resistance. Convictions, attitudes, and opinions were banished. Each luminous sign scoured her brain cleaner, smoother, like desert sands glassed by a plasma cannon.

A sense of relief stole through her as everything washed away: the resentments, the endless jockeying for status, the petty scrambling for fame, the exhausting race to stay relevant in a cut-throat heroing biz, and what it took to stay on top.

All gone in a jiffy, replaced by a zenlike serenity.

Pure, peaceful nothingness.

Miss Miriad simply was.

And what she was… was a dumb whore, hornier than a stoat hopped up on Spanish fly, drooling and staring vapidly at Zane’s stiffening shaft without a hint of shame or judgment whatsoever.

It looked big—huge, like the rest of him—maybe too big, a shard of her former self observed dimly. Yet he smelled mouthwatering, like salt and sex and power, and that yellow radiance tugged at her empty, fluffy brain.

Maybe sampling the sausage this one time wouldn’t be that bad…

“I did it for you, Zay-Zay. For us.” Kinetica lifted her chin with trembling dignity, reclaiming a sliver of her usual poise. “You’re such a kind, gentle soul. Compassionate. Caring. I couldn’t have wished for a better man. But when we discovered your enhancer ability…” Her voice dipped into reverent awe. “I knew you just needed a little nudge to achieve your true potential. You alone can tip the scales of justice toward the light. You can uplift every female super in New Avalon. You will change everything.”

She was unfairly pretty even while begging.

Miss Miriad watched spellbound as the hyper-busty blonde’s impassioned entreaty floated into the fallow fields of her mind and took root instantly.

“There you go, sweetie.” Dr Ruthless nibbled Zane's ear, her soft hands sliding sinuously along his shining shaft, slippery with his glowing seed. “She meant well, and her actions brought us together. The entire team, in fact. Would my handsome, virile boy change that if he could? Reject Mommy and his bevvy of badass super babes?”

A ripple of resolve visibly hardened his expression. Brows creasing and shoulders straightening, Zane seized a fistful of the ex-villainess's chocolate tresses.

“Not in a million lifetimes.” He said, yanking her face to meet his in a smoldering kiss.

“Hmmmmfff~!”

Their lips mashed together, tongues dueling, his luminous length leaking gleaming goo in her gliding grip.

Everyone else leaped to join the action like runners at the crack of a starting gun.

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